A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 4
Have you always wanted to know what the perfect engagement looks like for me? Well, here it is 😉
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 3
Back to September last year… The little white travelling stone leaves Knoydart behind and comes across a variety of scary stories… 😉
A Cape Wrath Tale: The travelling stone – Part 2
The little white travelling stone continues its adventure, further into Knoydart, “Britain’s last wilderness”!
Preparation of an adventure – The Cape Wrath Trail
Some holidays come easy. Some holidays come hard. This holiday, hiking the Cape Wrath trail, takes dedicated planning and preparation. It needs lighweight gear. At least five full days of food packed away. Proper rain clothing. Hardcore hiking boots. Well planned medication in case something would go wrong. Oh, and proper physical condition in case…
A reminder of change
Today the note on my tea bag asked me “How have you changed throughout the past five years?”. Reading this I realized that this question is posed the wrong way. It should be “How haven’t you changed in the past five years?”. So much has happened. The only things that are the same for me…
The birth of a thesis
This blog has gone silent. Not forever and hopefully not for much longer, but I thought it was time to give you a small explanation of what has been going on. I haven’t stopped writing, not one bit. I can even say that I have been writing all day, every day. After a full day…
A dance of freedom
After half a year of no off-road riding, we arrived in The Netherlands to get my wheels dirty once more. The first part of mud nearly brought me to tears. Not the brave and happy kind of tears, but the terrified kind because I couldn’t remember how I ever got through these sticky situations. No…
Autumn camping
Slowly I open my eyes. My down sleeping bag hugging me. The cold carresing my face. An owl barking in the distance. The cosiness of warmth surrounded by the icecold night. A sensation that makes me enjoy lying awake at night. A feeling of pureness. I close my eyes again and listen to the wind…
Another plaster story
Sitting inside her apartment, watching the dark clouds drift by, she suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the young woman she had become. The first rain drops started trickling down, making their way across the window like tears rolling down a cheek. She feels stuck, imprisoned in her own apartment. Not because…
